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“You haunt me.” - EthanxReader smut

A/N: Sorry if the build up to the good stuff is a little long… I was trying to build up the tension as high as possible in order to create an intense scene. Hope it worked. XP

P.S. This is my first imagine post. Be kind. My tender little heart is fragile. XD


Warnings: Strong language, Aggressive behaviour, Graphic imagery, Sexual scenes


You giggled at the episode of Rick and Morty you were currently watching with Grayson and Ethan. You were staying overnight and this was one of the first times Ethan had stuck around while you were there. The air around him was foreboding. For reason unknown to yourself or Grayson, Ethan was not accepting of your presence. You had made friends with Grayson through social media and had only just moved to LA about a month beforehand. Everyone within Grayson’s social circle, liked you. Except Ethan, the most important person in Grayson’s life.

You were finding it impossible to relax. Everything you did seemed to earn coldness from Ethan. The kid was sat so far away from you and Gray. He’d made a point to go get a chair from the office because the opposite end of the couch just wasn’t far enough away from you. He played it off like he was trying to get a better TV viewing angle but it was clearly bullshit.

“Hey I’m gonna go get into my pj’s. I’ll be right back.” You said to Grayson, removing yourself from the crook of his arm and heading for his bedroom, where you’d dumped your overnight bag. You grabbed your pyjamas from your bag and your toothbrush before heading to the bathroom. After changing and brushing your teeth you headed back to the sitting room and were stopped in your tracks by the sound of Ethan’s disapproving voice.

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@everysinglepheel asked 6 (Tumblr ate my ask, so this’ll do)
6. Interesting story?
The tail tale~
So about a year ago my cat’s tail suddenly got limp/stopped ‘working’. We waited for a week, thinking it may go away but nope. So I took her to the vet and she did tests etc. Pushing her back to see if she’ll react..pushing a bit harder when my cat only continued to purr xD
Getting her temperature, that was the first time she ever bit me haha, asking me if she could still use her litter box, the usual I suppose :p In short, something probably ran over her tail (she likes crossing the road as slow as she can xD) and if it didn’t get better after a week, she could probably never use it again.. It had already been a week, so the chances of the tail working again were slim. It didn’t have to get amputated, cause it didn’t really bother her/ down the floor. And what do you know..
A few days later het tail slowly started working again and it’s fully functioning again :3
Tl;dr:
Cat got hit by something, tail went limp. Vet said it wouldn’t get better. Cat said lol nope and tail is functioning again~

Why do women need a whole day about them?

Because Ada Lovelace wrote instructions for the first computer program in the mid-1800s and I had no idea.

Because, F. Scott Fitzgerald plagiarized his wife, Zelda’s writing and used it in The Great Gatsby and his other books.

Because, black women, let alone any women, were not aware of the great contributions Katherine G. Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan and Mary Jackson made towards NASA and the space program.

Because the current president of the United States is a self proclaimed ‘pussy grabber’.

Because doctors (both men and women) are only NOW seeming to realize that women patients cannot be treated based on male patient information.

Because basic products cost more for women than they do for men.

Because feminine hygiene products are taxed.

Because Renee Richards existed before Kaitlyn Jenner and she fought policy in the NY Supreme Court, but she doesn’t get talked about.

Because Marsha P Johnson was basically removed from a movie about the Stonewall riots.

Because there STILL aren’t decent pockets in most women’s clothes.

Because Maria TallChief founded the Chicago ballet, but I’m sure most young girls who dream of being a ballerina don’t know about her.

Because Frida Kahlo and Georgia O’Keefe were amazing artists and people, but they weren’t the only female painters in history.

Because Evelyn Glennie is the first person in history to successfully create and sustain a full-time career as a solo percussionist.

Because Crystal R. Emery’s documentary, “Black Women in Medicine,” was amazing and should be seen by more people.

Because men are still determining how and when my body should and can be used and function.

Should I go on?

Edited to add differently abled women who rock the world too.

Today is the last of only three days that you can say that one of the Emo Trinity singers in his 20s, one in his 30s, and one in his 40s.

UPDATE: since this gained far, far more attention than I could have ever dreamed, I feel like it is my duty to add that this was posted on April 11, 2017. It is no longer relevant (but by all means, continue to reblog to prove you were alive for such a glorious moment in history.)

angelic-leo  asked:

// *stares at chips/seagull post* I-I think they were talking about potato chips not French fries...

OK now hold up. 

to me… chips are these things: 

HOT chips are these: 

And Fries are these: 



Is that the same or is it different for you?? kjsdhfksdh

Top Misconceptions People Have about Pulp-Era Science Fiction

A lot of people I run into have all kinds of misconceptions about what pulp-era scifi, from the 1920s-1950s, was actually like. 


“Pulp-Era Science Fiction was about optimistic futures.”

Optimistic futures were always, always vastly outnumbered by end of the world stories with mutants, Frankenstein creations that turn against us, murderous robot rebellions, terrifying alien invasions, and atomic horror. People don’t change. Then as now, we were more interested in hearing about how it could all go wrong. 

To quote H.L. Gold, editor of Galaxy Science Fiction, in 1952: 

“Over 90% of stories submitted to Galaxy Science Fiction still nag away at atomic, hydrogen and bacteriological war, the post atomic world, reversion to barbarism, mutant children killed because they have only ten toes and fingers instead of twelve….the temptation is strong to write, ‘look, fellers, the end isn’t here yet.’”

The movie Tomorrowland is a particulary egregious example of this tremendous misconception (and I can’t believe Brad Bird passed on making Force Awakens to make a movie that was 90 minutes of driving through the Florida swamps). In reality, pre-1960s scifi novels trafficked in dread, dystopian futures, and fear. There was simply never a time when optimistic scifi was overrepresented, even the boyish Jules Verne became skeptical of the possibilities of technology all the way at the turn of the century. One of the most famous pulp scifi yarns was Jack Williamson’s The Humanoids, about a race of Borg-like robots who so totally micromanage humans “for our own protection” that they leave us with nothing to do but wait “with folded hands.”


“Pulp scifi often featured muscular, large-chinned, womanizing main characters.”

Here’s the image often used in parodies of pulp scifi: the main character is a big-chinned, ultra-muscular dope in tights who is a compulsive womanizer and talks like Adam West in Batman. Whenever I see this, I think to myself…what exactly is it they’re making fun of?

It’s more normal than you think to find parodies of things that never actually existed. Mystery buffs and historians, for example, can’t find a single straight example of “the Butler did it.” It’s a thing people think is a thing that was never a thing, and another example would be the idea of the “silent film villain” in a mustache and top hat (which there are no straight examples of, either). There are no non-parody examples of Superman changing in a phone booth; he just never did this.

In reality, my favorite description of pulp mag era science fiction heroes is that they are “wisecracking Anglo-Saxon engineers addicted to alcohol and tobacco who like nothing better than to explain things to others that they already know.” The average pulp scifi hero had speech patterns best described as “Mid-Century American Wiseass” than like Adam West or the Lone Ranger. 

The nearest the Spaceman Spiff stereotype came to hitting the mark was with the magazine heroes of the Lensmen and Captain Future, and they’re both nowhere near close. Captain Future was a muscular hero with a chin, but he also had a Captain Picard level desire to use diplomacy first, and believed that most encounters with aliens were only hostile due to misunderstandings and lack of communication (and the story makes him right). He also didn’t seem interested in women, mostly because he had better things to do for the solar system and didn’t have the time for love. The Lensmen, on the other hand, had a ruthless, bloodthirsty streak, and were very much like the “murder machine” Brock Sampson (an attitude somewhat justified by the stakes in their struggle). 


“Pulp Era Scifi were mainly action/adventure stories with good vs. evil.” 

This is a half-truth, since, like so much other genre fiction, scifi has always been sugared up with fight scenes and chases. And there was a period, early in the century, when most scifi followed the Edgar Rice Burroughs model and were basically just Westerns or swashbucklers with different props, ray guns instead of six-shooters. But the key thing to remember is how weird so much of this scifi was, and that science fiction, starting in the mid-1930s, eventually became something other than just adventure stories with different trappings. 

One of my favorite examples of this is A. Bertram Chandler’s story, “Giant-Killer.” The story is about rats on a starship who acquire intelligence due to proximity to the star drive’s radiation, and who set about killing the human crew one by one. Another great example is Eando Binder’s Adam Link stories, told from the point of view of a robot who is held responsible for the death of his creator.

What’s more, one of the best writers to come out of this era is best known for never having truly evil bad guys: Isaac Asimov. His “Caves of Steel,” published in 1953, had no true villains. The Spacers, who we assumed were snobs, only isolated themselves because they had no immunities to the germs of earth.


“Racism was endemic to the pulps.”

It is absolutely true that the pulps reflected the unconscious views of society as a whole at the time, but as typical of history, the reality was usually much more complex than our mental image of the era. For instance, overt racism was usually shown as villainous: in most exploration magazines like Adventure, you can typically play “spot the evil asshole we’re not supposed to like” by seeing who calls the people of India “dirty monkeys” (as in Harold Lamb). 

Street & Smith, the largest of all of the pulp publishers, had a standing rule in the 1920s-1930s to never to use villains who were ethnic minorities because of the fear of spreading race hate by negative portrayals. In fact, in one known case, the villain of Resurrection Day was going to be a Japanese General, but the publisher demanded a revision and he was changed to an American criminal. Try to imagine if a modern-day TV network made a rule that minority groups were not to be depicted as gang bangers or drug dealers, for fear that this would create prejudice when people interact with minority groups in everyday life, and you can see how revolutionary this policy was. It’s a mistake to call this era very enlightened, but it’s also a mistake to say everyone born before 1970 was evil.


“Pulp scifi writers in the early days were indifferent to scientific reality and played fast and loose with science.”

 FALSE.

 This is, by an order of magnitude, the most false item on this list.

In fact, you might say that early science fiction fandom were obsessed with scientific accuracy to the point it was borderline anal retentive. Nearly every single one of the lettercols in Astounding Science Fiction were nitpickers fussing about scientific details. In fact, modern scifi fandom’s grudging tolerance for storytelling necessities like sound in space at the movies, or novels that use “hyperspace” are actually something of a step down from what the culture around scifi was in the 1920s-1950s. Part of it was due to the fact that organized scifi fandom came out of science clubs; Hugo Gernsback created the first scifi pulp magazine as a way to sell electronics and radio equipment to hobbyists, and the “First Fandom” of the 1930s were science enthusiasts who talked science first and the fiction that speculated about it second.

In retrospect, a lot of it was just plain obvious insecurity: in a new medium considered “kid’s stuff,” they wanted to show scifi was plausible, relevant, and something different from “fairy tales.” It’s the same insecure mentality that leads video gamers to repeatedly ask if games are art. You’ve got nothing to prove there, guys, calm down (and take it from a pulp scifi aficionado, the most interesting things are always done in the period when a medium is considered disposable trash). 

One of the best examples was the famous Howard P. Lovecraft, who published “The Shadow out of Time” in the 1936 issue of Astounding. Even though it might be the only thing from that issue that is even remotely reprinted today, the letters page from this issue practically rose up in revolt against this story as not being based on accurate science. Lovecraft was never published in Astounding ever again.

If you ever wanted to find out what Star Wars would be like if they were bigger hardasses about scientific plausibility, check out E.E. Smith’s Lensman series. People expect a big, bold, brassy space opera series with heroes and villains to play fast and loose, but it was shockingly scientifically grounded.

To be fair, science fiction was not a monolith on this. One of the earliest division in science fiction was between the Astounding Science Fiction writers based in New York, who often had engineering and scientific backgrounds and had left-wing (in some cases, literally Communist) politics, and the Amazing Stories writers based in the Midwest, who were usually self taught, and had right-wing, heartland politics. Because the Midwestern writers in Amazing Stories were often self-taught, they had a huge authority problem with science and played as fast and loose as you could get. While this is true, it’s worth noting science fiction fandom absolutely turned on Amazing Stories for this, especially when the writers started dabbling with spiritualism and other weirdness like the Shaver Mystery. And to this day, it’s impossible to find many Amazing Stories tales published elsewhere.

Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

Little Jealous There, Sarge? {Part Two}

{Part One}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments. 

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Who’s your Boyfriend?

Summary: You wake up from a sexy dream featuring Dean to come face to face with your less than pleased boyfriend, Castiel. 

A/N: @greenappleeyes gave me this idea and I WENT NUTS WHEN SHE GAVE IT TOO ME AND I OBSESSIVELY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS UNTIL MY WRITER’S BLOCK WAS GONE AND WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, slight dom!cas, oral (female receiving….lots of it), multiple orgasms, over sensitivity, bondage (if you considered getting pinned down by cas’ grace and tied to your headboard with his tie), also, smut. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

You leaned up to kiss Dean as he’d slid an arm underneath you, and pulled you up and straddle his lap. You moaned into his mouth as you sank down onto him. Your head fell back as he slowly filled you, his mouth finding one of your breasts as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth. He sucked and teased your nipple with his teeth, the sensitivity causing you to tremble as you rode him. 

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Little Tease

Originally posted by banshy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.


Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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Things I support:

  • dysphoric people (trans or not)
  • getting dysphoric people access to better healthcare
  • getting transitioning people access to better healthcare
  • getting trans people healthcare which presents treatment for dysphoria and transition as options and does not pressure anyone to do anything
  • scientific research into the health risks and long-term effects of various aspects of transitioning (binding, hormone therapy, psychological patterns, etc.)
  • safety and autonomy of trans people
  • detransitioned people

Things I do not support:

  • males in female spaces
  • female spaces being compromised into free-for-all “gender neutral” spaces (while male spaces are left untouched)
  • medically transitioning children
  • lesbians & gay men have to be “open to” dating transwomen/transmen respectively or they’re transphobic
  • lesbians & gay men should “re-examine” their “genital fetishes” (i.e. DIY conversion therapy)
  • presenting medical transition as the only route for dysphoric people
  • pressuring dysphoric and/or gender-nonconforming people to identify as trans
  • erasing gender-nonconforming women like joan of arc from women’s history by claiming they were transmen
  • erasing gay figures like marsha p. johnson from gay rights history by claiming they were trans
  • rapists, murderers and predators who hold (or held) positions of influence in the trans movement (biko, rivers, alok, etc etc)
  • “centering” males in female reproductive rights
  • silencing female issues to cater to transwomen’s feelings
  • silencing victims of male trans people in the interest of “not making transwomen look bad”
  • violent and/or intimidating protests, no-platforming, other intimidation tactics, as an attempt to ban women’s writing, silence women’s dissenting voices, and erase women’s achievements
  • people identifying as trans based on gender stereotypes, outdated notions of “brain sex,” or nebulous feelings rather than sex dysphoria
  • transwomen being allowed to pretend they were not socialized male
  • transwomen being allowed to pretend they do not, and have never held male privilege
  • transmen’s experiences with female socialization and sex-based oppression being silenced and transmen being thrown under the bus in order to make the previous two points appear legitimate
  • pushing false statistics, lies, and strawman arguments to demonize anyone who questions trans theory
  • “TERF”
  • subsequent TERF witch-hunts, block lists, demanding that no one so much as hear what radical feminists have to say and instead blindly accept a strawman version of what we believe
  • ostracizing and bullying of anyone who expresses curiosity about radical feminist ideas, reveals that they’ve read radical feminist blogs, or so much as reblogs memes from radical feminists
  • denial of basic biology
  • denial of basic sociology
  • denial of sex-based oppression
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Starting Over (and Staying Persistent) with Olympian Yusra Mardini

This post is in celebration of Women’s History Month. Throughout March, we’ll be highlighting the stories of women doing extraordinary things around the world.

“I miss the smell of jasmine. I miss the old buildings and the taste of the Syrian food. I miss every single detail about my country,” says 19-year-old swimmer Yusra Mardini (@mardiniysra). Due to civil war, Yusra and her sister fled Syria when their home in Damascus was destroyed. “Refugees were humans before they were called refugees,” she says of the label. “We want to start a new life where we can create and achieve new things.” Only 11 months after fleeing her country, Yusra qualified for the Refugee Olympic Team and competed in the 2016 Rio Olympics. “I wish I could tell all the women around the world that we are strong enough and can do incredible things,” she says. “You should never forget how beautiful and powerful you are.”

Lonely Hearts Club // Park Jimin

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the prompt: no one thought the obvious hufflepuff jimin would be sorted into slytherin. because of this, many people turned their back on him out of fear. you, a ravenclaw, aren’t afraid of him. in fact, you’re only annoyed by him. but what if the slytherin is only annoying because he doesn’t know how to portray his true feelings?

words: 5315

category: hogwart!au

author note: I’ve been writing this one on and off ever since namjoon sorted the members at that fansign and i finally finished it!! pls enjoy!

Originally posted by join-the-kpop-army

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ok i don’t support shipping cami and lili, but was i the only one that noticed them get a little ~weird~ with cole during the livestream?? when cami and cole are joking around, lili’s very visibly annoyed, she even goes as far as to roll her eyes and sigh. later on, cole and lili start a conversation, and cami interrupts by asking them to answer the questions instead 👀

Glowing In The Dark

Parring: Sirius Black X Reader

Word: 1028

Warning: None

Summary Soulmate au, were your soulmate’s patronus is on your wrist

A/N: Y/F/N=Your friend’s name and Y/P is your patronus. I wasn’t sure about Tonks’ patronus, but i read somewhere that it was a rabbit, so now it’s a rabbit!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a warm day, more than usually, and Transfiguration class had just ended. You gathered your things, as people around you started to leave.

“hurry up, Y/N! “your best friend said, and you ran out of the class, following her down the hallway. It was crowded, and you held on tight to your friend, as she dragged you through the students, towards The Great Hall.

She started talking about the charms essay you would get back after lunch, and how she knew she had done terrible. You passed the other tables, on your way to the Ravenclaw table.

You passed the Gryffindor table, where three loud boys were laughing. The boys’ names were Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black. They were currently talking about a certain Slytherin boy, that they had passed on the hallway.

“Padfoot! “a voice yelled with excitement, and a black-haired boy with glasses, and a Gryffindor scarf came running. His name was James Potter, and he was the fourth member of the group.

“Prongs! “Sirius said in a voice to match his friends, as he reached them. James sat down beside Sirius, a smug smile painted on his face.

“you never guess what happened! “James said, and Sirius pretended to think.

“let me guess, Evans rejected you on an even more attractive way than before? “he said, referring to the red-haired Gryffindor girl, that his friends had stopped to talk to. Remus and Peter laughed at Sirius’s answer, James rolling his eyes at his friends.

“yes, but it’s not that! “the excitement in his voice not dropping a single second. “I saw someone… with a dog on their wrist… “

The boys became silence, all looking at James. James himself, looked at Sirius. His’ eyes were wide for a moment, before he found himself again.

“a-a dog? “he asked, his friends nodding. He looked quickly around in the hall, trying to figure out who it was. But he had never noticed them before, so why should he now? Just because he knew they were there? Then again, he had never really looked for them before, only considering his soulmate to go to the same school. But he had always known it was a magical person, otherwise he wouldn’t have a tattoo.

Everybody had a soulmate, even muggles, they just didn’t know it. On your wrist, there were a silver figure of your soulmate’s patronus. It appeared around the tenth-year age, also on muggles that had a magical soulmate.

“wow… “Sirius said, looking at his friends.

“well… congratulations! “Remus said, and smiled at his friend. On his wrist sat a small silver rabbit, James had a doe, but Peter didn’t have one. He had often wondered if he didn’t have a soulmate, but his friends had always assured him that it just wasn’t someone magical.

James had often tried to look at Lily Evans wrist tattoo, but a lot of people were very private their tattoo, and the red-headed was one of them. Sirius looked around again, wondering if his Soulmate also was, and that was the reason he never had seen it before.

 

Y/F/N talked constantly about her O on her essay, while you didn’t talk too much about your A. It was an early morning, and you were on your way to your first class, defence against the dark arts. There wasn’t a lot of people in the hallway, because your friend had insisted that you had a lot of time. Surprise, you didn’t!

“Hey! “a voice yelled, and you sighed, turning around to the boy you had walked into.

“what? “you asked annoyed, as Y/F/N pulled in your sleeve.

“you can’t just walk into people, without apologizing! “he said with a smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“well, you walked just as much into me” you said. “and now, if you will excuse me! “

You turned around, hurrying down the hallway, leaving the boy and his friends behind.

 

“rude” Sirius said, looking at the two Ravenclaws left.

“uh, Padfoot… “James said, and his friend turned to look at him. “that was… the one with the dog tattoo”

Sirius turned around again, looking at the Ravenclaw with the Y/H/C hair walking away.

 

Your friend had left you after lunch. Your next class was potions, a class she didn’t take. You found a table without anybody else, and found your stuff.

You looked up when you heard a loud noise, and the boy beside you smiled before sitting down.

“I never got to introduce myself… “he said, sticking his hand out. “I’m Sirius Black”

“yeah, the guy who walked into me! “you said, looking around for the Gryffindor girl who usually sat beside you.

The boy, Sirius, laughed before taking his hand down. “you didn’t tell me your name? “

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said.

“tell me… Y/N Y/L/N… “he said, placing his head in his hands. “have you ever performed a patronus? ”

You froze by the question, knowing exactly what he meant. Did you know what your patronus was, and did he have the animal tattooed on his wrist.

“yes… I have… “you said, not looking at him. His eyes, however, never left your face. You could feel them, burning in your skin.

“I bet it’s an Y/P” he said, and you turned your head quickly to look at him. your eyes were wide, but Sirius only smiled, before continuing. “mine’s a dog”

You stared at him, not sure if you should believe him, or if it just was a prank. He finally looked away, but only to roll up his sleeve, showing you his wrist.

And yes. On his wrist, were a beautiful, silver Y/P. You stared at it for a moment, before reaching to your arm. You managed to show your wrist to the Gryffindor boy, and his smile became wider, as he looked at you.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the door opened, and the professor walked in. he closed it again, but smiled at you, before turning to the professor.

He didn’t say another word to you through the whole class, but made eye contact and smiled at you every second.